Can’t come soon enough. Tomorrow is registration for Boston, and I’ve got ants in my pants. I can’t focus on anything else. I’m pacing around the house like a caged lion. Normally I’d be running off the excess energy and angst, but it’s too hot here in southern california. It’s 90 degrees outside! I refuse to run when the thermostat hits 80, and I’ve already missed 3 runs (one, a 12 miler) this week. For the next 2 weeks, the temp in NYC will be 10 degrees cooler than here in paradise, and I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad I’m going to be in NYC this coming week.